Hey everyone! This is an obvious filler post to fill the space between non-filler posts, but those could be filler too and you’d have no idea.
Once I included a donkey in a cat cake recipe. It didn’t turn out so well. Stuck inside the pan when I tried to turn it out. You can turn out socks, you know, but you can’t churn them out unless you are either a) a sock factory or b) a grandma who loves knitting.
I wonder how socks feel to have their flesh knit together by needles. It can’t be too comfortable. Then they spend much of their lives either hanging on store shelving pegs, sitting in dark drawers, being stretched over people’s feet, or sitting in their filth inside a laundry hamper. It sounds like a painful and demeaning experience.
That might be like our lives. We’re constantly being run down while the bills run up, and for what? Why can’t we all just go back out into the woods or the mountains or whatever and make our own living? Farmers have it together, it seems. Live off the land, sell your vegetables at the farmers market, ship potatoes all over the country. Your foes are the elements rather than whatever the news tells you to be concerned about this week. If you feel terror, it is real, visceral terror, kind of like meeting a bear. There’s a blog somewhere on the internet about that, but I can’t seem to find it at the moment.
We’re stretched thin and then left to lie in our own filth. Fortunately, most people don’t literally live like that. No guarantees about living like that figuratively though.
May your filler not be filled with filth. May it instead be filled with either delicious chocolate or warm sunshine. There is no in between. There is no option outside of those two. Pick one, and discard the other for someone else to pick up.
The reason why words are weird is because they’re words. If they were wyrds, they’d be even weirder, and if they were parlance, they’d be stuffy academics.
The Astral Wanderer is brought to you by whatever my mind happens to spew out at the time. Sometimes it gets strange, but in an oddly coherent way. Share this post, or you’ll go crazy like me. Really.